LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
“This isn’t going to work,” he said against her lips. “What isn’t?” “Using sex to distract me.” But his hands were already on her body, sliding down over silk like he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m not—” she started, but he found that spot at her neck that turned her brain to mush. “Yes, you are,”
Blair would like to say she was relieved, but she wasn’t. Blair needed to know if Keira had talked to Sutton. Her youngest sister answered on the second ring. “Blair? Oh God, have you heard from Sutton? I’m literally trapped on a plane with Prince Entitled and his merry band of uptight security gua
Sutton nodded, looking uncomfortable. “The lawyers want to meet with us this week. There’s so much to figure out. We need to think long and hard about what’s best for the business and the staff.” Blair felt the heavy weight of other people’s lives on her shoulders. They couldn’t worry about this la
“Later, then,” he promised, his eyes darkening in a way that made her stomach flip. As Blair headed back to her desk. She’d spent so long just surviving, just getting by. Now she had the chance to truly build something… not just a relationship with Roman, but a future that honored her parents’ memo







